Autumn, Lower Ausable Lake

Adirondack Mountain Reserve, NY. Everything is changing. The hike in would have been dark with summer greenery, but on this autumn morning, the canopy glowed golden, even though the sun hadn't cleared the mountains yet. The forests are morphing into color shades, the whirlpools in the streams are defined by downed leaves in swirl trails, and the air has a more earthy, sharp smell to it. It is a long hike in, and I carry the weight of the world along with my pack. But then I am suddenly out of the woods after four long miles; a couple of steps and I am here, standing here. Pack and weight of the world off, I let my spirit soar at the newly found openess before me, and let inspiration guide my camera gear. Like a child, I am so impressed and taken with exploring this place, as if it was the first time I've been here, that I let go of the serious side, though troubles seem to fall to the ground instead of floating away. Like every year, the world is changing. The sun tracks lower in the sky, the days shorten and have a sense of urgency, the mountains become more defined by the color line between hardwoods and pine. Helpless to stop it, I am changing too...

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Adirondack Mountain Reserve, NY. Everything is changing. The hike in would have been dark with summer greenery, but on this autumn morning, the canopy glowed golden, even though the sun hadn't cleared the mountains yet. The forests are morphing into color shades, the whirlpools in the streams are defined by downed leaves in swirl trails, and the air has a more earthy, sharp smell to it. It is a long hike in, and I carry the weight of the world along with my pack. But then I am suddenly out of the woods after four long miles; a couple of steps and I am here, standing here. Pack and weight of the world off, I let my spirit soar at the newly found openess before me, and let inspiration guide my camera gear. Like a child, I am so impressed and taken with exploring this place, as if it was the first time I've been here, that I let go of the serious side, though troubles seem to fall to the ground instead of floating away. Like every year, the world is changing. The sun tracks lower in the sky, the days shorten and have a sense of urgency, the mountains become more defined by the color line between hardwoods and pine. Helpless to stop it, I am changing too...